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The Best

Its Mixed Race Day in Brazil and, being English, French, Scots, and Irish myself, beside being very much Canadian, I like the idea of celebrating this day. With all that I’m remembering a meal I had years ago when we … Continue reading

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The Bowl

I have one particular bowl, in use for years, but these days I put my evening meds in it. The memory of its making is a treasure and using it a continual reminder … THE BOWL a child’s hands poked … Continue reading

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Nowhere to go

This comes from out of left field as I thought of long ago class rooms, reunions, and where we go after school … February and grey days that bring back memories and wondering where people went, what they did, what … Continue reading

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On White Dunes

Remembrance Day, November 11th, is fast approaching. I’ve been reading my father’s poetry, and thinking of him. He died in Normandy, June 1944. His poems reveal how soldiers carry homes, families, their past, close to their hearts … ON WHITE … Continue reading

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She Sang Swannee River in the Morning

I’ve been thinking of my mother recently (she’s the subject of my book ‘A Bedroom of Searchlights’), and remembering her eccentricities. I’m sure all of us keep our parents in memory for special things they did, or were … SHE … Continue reading

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Memorable

Certain meals linger in my mind, most of them simple, a few elaborate, wedding dinners definitely! In each case, it’s the event, the people I’m with, a cousin, new friends, old friends, that make the meal, that particular moment, special. … Continue reading

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On Getting Dressed

Daylight is extending here in the North but still, getting up, slithering out of a warm bed, and getting dressed, can be stressful, evoking philosophical thoughts … A ON GETTING DRESSED I struggle into underwear                       of secret hopes   fears embarrassments … Continue reading

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